Wide Eyes

I tried to do the best for you, I grew a greater sense of knowing what to say
while you were packing all of your things and moving on
I didn’t want to be the one who had the issues with moving on
And you said «How pathetic could you be now?» I guess I’ll never know
Your mind is a book I’ve never read, too busy writing down the words that
didn’t stick
I swallowed ink and now I can’t remember what I loved in the first place;
Just old art and bad poetry. I grew tired of sounding more creative than I was
just for me
You read my mind, were so impressed, so mindful of the old pages,
so intent on the rest
Just move on without me
Your mind is a book I’ve never read, too busy writing down the words that
didn’t stick
I swallowed ink and now I can’t remember what I loved in the first place
Just move on without me
No sunlight, no warm beds, no phone calls home, no life to miss
You say I should get some rest, you know me better than I know myself
I lie awake, eyes wide, I hate this body that I have become